People are crazy.
And I'm cold. And I'm without a story about something fun and exciting and wonderful happening.
It's just work right now. But I was thinking I really should record some of the stuff I hear throughout the day because it's really good. I wish this could be an interactive piece where you vote "CRAZY" or "NOT CRAZY".
So until that happens, here's a sample from the last 24 hours.
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A message from a mom. About a minute-and-a-half. Very articulate. Asking for my help to promote a little weekend festival in her hometown "because it's going to change the lives of youth around the world."
AROUND THE WORLD? Really?
I called her back because I didn't want to carry the weight of dropping that ball. The youth of the world. Think about that.
I left a message. And I really wanted to ask her if when she said THE WORLD, did she mean all of those little children in India and Africa I've seen without shoes or was she just talking about the world around Greenwich CT?
Either is fine.
But I just want to know where we're going with this.
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I might have already told you the people that work some of the shifts at Starbuck's are crazy. One of the guys snapped this morning when the girl on the register tried to hurry him up.
"I can only do one thing at a time," he said.
Pause. Pause. Pause.
"And I'm doing too many things at once."
And then he got all bug eyed and stared at me.
My response?
I laughed.
And said "have a good day."
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I got into the office this morning at 7:30, and picked up a 2 minute voicemail left overnight from a professor. Professor called to complain to me about the temperature in the classroom last summer. LAST SUMMER. Lady, it's the end of February. What am I supposed to do about it now? And what do you think I'm going to do about it anyway? She just wanted me to know.
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Most mornings for the last 7 years I've passed this homeless guy. He's either on Greene Street or somewhere nearby. I've never heard him say a word. Not a sound.
This morning something had him upset -- he was muttering something loudly and shaking his hands to the heavens.
He must have been cold. But I just wonder, was he thinking about the youth of the world or was he doing too many things at once? Did those people get to him, too?